Chalk It Up
Yo yo
That's what's up
Yo yo
Duck-Bo shit
Yo yo
Yo yo
Broadcasting live from the Walmart's and Costco's
But I'm from the land of original Donny Brascos
Different habits got me every Tuesday eating tacos
Fuck so many blondes you think that nigga from Moscow
Or Moscow tomato tomato
Meet a bitch fuck a bitch nigga you know my motto
No black cards bad credit keep a knot though
Grinding for my cheddar swiss provolone and nachos
Flows i got those O's I got those
Hoes I got those nigga you know I got those
Blue bills small face keep a variety
Do it for seeds and fam ain't no I in me
I'm chill got bitches eyeing me
But still get old dog straight up menace to society
With long iron the sizes of your nephews
R-I-P O-M-G nigga F-U
I shine without the high beam
Or my method man hitting Tical looking for ice cream
Like a wolf on the prowl get of my cloud
Cause' you don't know me and you don't know my style
Old school dude to move the crowd
Check check it out momma said knock you out
I'm tryna' get this money a whole pile of it
Way high stay fly like on a pile of shit
Your chick getting slick wanna send a flick
I call you scrambled ass niggas cause' you benedict
Yo that's the end of it
Listen when I spit
Number one draft pick smoking chronic bastard
This flow I mastered shape mold and crafted
Warner Brother Taz'ed it Mailman Malone Jazzed it
A fucking classic be realistic shooting like a verbal ratchet through your biscuit
Get your atlas check the Pacific's
It really don't matter at this I'm terrific
Black love and gifted sack of bud I'm lifted
It's in my DNA forensics and ballistics
And it's still wake meditate bake and jot my first lines
Y'all pray pray and pray but it don't shake as well as my worst rhymes
If you can't master this plane what would you do with a bird's eye
The pain I sustain to gain homeostasis would have y'all certainly suicidal
I don't play
Learned it ain't a game once I got punched in the face
Dudes are funny you got something to say
They'll pull you out the crib with their wrists wrapped and end up running away
They'll act like they got a beef they wanna squash text it to you and try to set up a date
When all they had to do was walk straight across the street dudes I knew were so lame
Act hard last week act cool when there's a run-in at the party
I don't get down with the bitchness what's going on nowadays
I sound like an old head but I'm only twenty-eight
I put the pen to the page to empty the rage
Nothing but raw no I don't need a plate
Ayo' back up hos
I stay faithful to the game I wouldn't marry an Ariana Grande not today
Let me redirect you to the bros it's a P.I.M.P. thing yo
I'm a piggish immature masochistic prick but the only time I ever smacked a bitch was with the truth
And I don't sip juice unless it's mango or orange you're watching this man go retarded
Going in like a cartridge
Running home after I stole all your porridge
Soul went from poor to rich of course I admit it
I said a lot of fucked up shit as a kid
But what do you expect from a possessed creature with pale white skin
If I could give any advice to anyone who was like me it's X marks the spot
So take a piss on your XBox
Read some Calvin and Hobbes
Go outside with your friends learn to box and wrestle
Smoke some pot eat some vegetables
I put myself through hell to get this
I'm tired of tryin to prove niggas is foul I give you rope
Kick the box from from ya toes crack a smile ain't no hope
I'll leave you hanging like the dap you ain't see
I'm sick with it infect the mic while I'm healing the beat
I Diddy bop on the track it ain't a thing to me
I'm on my Goku shit it's Super Saiyan 3
Gotta give her light strokes Kamehameha beam
Then send her back to you Yamcha poses when we in the sheets
We keep it lit niggas couldn't blow my candles out
Walking with the limp before I pull the long blamma out
I duck and bow through the crowd and put it right on ya beak
I'm playing Koi but the tooly ain't Meek
I'm slaying any foe put the beat on I'm slaying any flow
Intricate and with the shits flame a verse got many more
Pocket denim swole
Eazzy curving hoes like a wide turn in the rain when you're driving slow
Keep the pace it's not a race it's a marathon
Fucking phenomenon nigga I'm forever Don
I could go on and on but I'd rather not
Music in my soul and this is why I'm hot
Sorry but your not so sorry but you're not
I'm Animaniac animated without the Dot
Fuck sluts and thots
Nigga Duck is hot
Killing beats and what-not
Bumbo what's a blood clot
That's what's up
Yo yo
Duck-Bo shit
Yo yo
Yo yo
Broadcasting live from the Walmart's and Costco's
But I'm from the land of original Donny Brascos
Different habits got me every Tuesday eating tacos
Fuck so many blondes you think that nigga from Moscow
Or Moscow tomato tomato
Meet a bitch fuck a bitch nigga you know my motto
No black cards bad credit keep a knot though
Grinding for my cheddar swiss provolone and nachos
Flows i got those O's I got those
Hoes I got those nigga you know I got those
Blue bills small face keep a variety
Do it for seeds and fam ain't no I in me
I'm chill got bitches eyeing me
But still get old dog straight up menace to society
With long iron the sizes of your nephews
R-I-P O-M-G nigga F-U
I shine without the high beam
Or my method man hitting Tical looking for ice cream
Like a wolf on the prowl get of my cloud
Cause' you don't know me and you don't know my style
Old school dude to move the crowd
Check check it out momma said knock you out
I'm tryna' get this money a whole pile of it
Way high stay fly like on a pile of shit
Your chick getting slick wanna send a flick
I call you scrambled ass niggas cause' you benedict
Yo that's the end of it
Listen when I spit
Number one draft pick smoking chronic bastard
This flow I mastered shape mold and crafted
Warner Brother Taz'ed it Mailman Malone Jazzed it
A fucking classic be realistic shooting like a verbal ratchet through your biscuit
Get your atlas check the Pacific's
It really don't matter at this I'm terrific
Black love and gifted sack of bud I'm lifted
It's in my DNA forensics and ballistics
And it's still wake meditate bake and jot my first lines
Y'all pray pray and pray but it don't shake as well as my worst rhymes
If you can't master this plane what would you do with a bird's eye
The pain I sustain to gain homeostasis would have y'all certainly suicidal
I don't play
Learned it ain't a game once I got punched in the face
Dudes are funny you got something to say
They'll pull you out the crib with their wrists wrapped and end up running away
They'll act like they got a beef they wanna squash text it to you and try to set up a date
When all they had to do was walk straight across the street dudes I knew were so lame
Act hard last week act cool when there's a run-in at the party
I don't get down with the bitchness what's going on nowadays
I sound like an old head but I'm only twenty-eight
I put the pen to the page to empty the rage
Nothing but raw no I don't need a plate
Ayo' back up hos
I stay faithful to the game I wouldn't marry an Ariana Grande not today
Let me redirect you to the bros it's a P.I.M.P. thing yo
I'm a piggish immature masochistic prick but the only time I ever smacked a bitch was with the truth
And I don't sip juice unless it's mango or orange you're watching this man go retarded
Going in like a cartridge
Running home after I stole all your porridge
Soul went from poor to rich of course I admit it
I said a lot of fucked up shit as a kid
But what do you expect from a possessed creature with pale white skin
If I could give any advice to anyone who was like me it's X marks the spot
So take a piss on your XBox
Read some Calvin and Hobbes
Go outside with your friends learn to box and wrestle
Smoke some pot eat some vegetables
I put myself through hell to get this
I'm tired of tryin to prove niggas is foul I give you rope
Kick the box from from ya toes crack a smile ain't no hope
I'll leave you hanging like the dap you ain't see
I'm sick with it infect the mic while I'm healing the beat
I Diddy bop on the track it ain't a thing to me
I'm on my Goku shit it's Super Saiyan 3
Gotta give her light strokes Kamehameha beam
Then send her back to you Yamcha poses when we in the sheets
We keep it lit niggas couldn't blow my candles out
Walking with the limp before I pull the long blamma out
I duck and bow through the crowd and put it right on ya beak
I'm playing Koi but the tooly ain't Meek
I'm slaying any foe put the beat on I'm slaying any flow
Intricate and with the shits flame a verse got many more
Pocket denim swole
Eazzy curving hoes like a wide turn in the rain when you're driving slow
Keep the pace it's not a race it's a marathon
Fucking phenomenon nigga I'm forever Don
I could go on and on but I'd rather not
Music in my soul and this is why I'm hot
Sorry but your not so sorry but you're not
I'm Animaniac animated without the Dot
Fuck sluts and thots
Nigga Duck is hot
Killing beats and what-not
Bumbo what's a blood clot
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Writer(s): Donald King
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